All The Hard Work

I have been working very hard at my fitness and trying desperately to get my diet under control.  And what do I get for it?  More weight.  That’s right, I gain.

My hubby never works out, but does work many hours at a physically demanding job.  He eats like crap.  He’s down 13 pounds.

Grrr.  It makes me crazy.  So crazy, I had to hide my scale in the basement.  I do my measurements about once a month.

I  am losing inches, though not where I would like to the most, so I know I am doing something right, but my waist is still huge and the number when I do peek at the scale, makes me sick.

Recently, I had someone say something very degrading to me about my weight.  They didn’t mean it, it just happened.  And I hate it.

I work so hard, but little of it shows.  My arm muscles are growing, but there is still a ton of fat there.  My cheek bones are nice, but the chin is still padded extra.  I saw my collar bones peeking out today.  As I looked at them, something dawned on me.  I may still hate a great deal about my body, but at the same time, the measurements I take miss a lot.  They don’t consider my collar bone.  They don’t take into account my cheek bones or the calf muscles that I am very proud of.

So people, the tape measure, and the scale may try to diminish me, but they don’t tell the whole story…And I think I need to hang on to that.